Meng Yuan narrowed his eyes and sat on the edge of the bed in silence.
Yang Yiting quickly took out her handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but more blood still overflowed from the corner of his lips. At this time, she was already panicking. She got up and wanted to have Situ Gong come over to look at Meng Yuan, but he stretched out his hand to hold her.
He shook his head at her, then simply closed his eyes, sat and adjusted his breath for a while, and his expression softened a little when he opened his eyes again. Seeing Yang Yiting's worried look, he smiled at her and said softly. "Don't worry. I'm fine."
Yang Yiting frowned slightly, looked at him carefully, then grabbed his wrist and probed the veins of his wrist. Her brows furrowed even deeper, and said in a displeased tone. "Why didn't you tell me about your internal injury till now? Do you really think that you are made of iron?"
